Burritos, Brunch, M. Bison (Or Biking, Bingo, and Bromance)

Nobody sits in public in Tokyo. So when two foreigners are sitting, eating frozen creampuffs and drinking beer, you better call the cops.







Avacado and mashed potatoes. I DARE you.



Mexican Pat




Dziekanski-esque. Too soon?


Heading home in style (bus).


Well we did it. A whirlwind week has come and gone. We spent $15 on Street Fighter IV in two nights only to be kicked out of the arcade because they were closing (the arcade attendent would come running shouting "Dame! Dame!" after I already put my 100 yen coin in the slot). We karaoke'd. We Hanami'd. We had burritos for dinner and burritos for breakfast (technically fajitas). We biked and biked and biked and ate frozen creampuffs and beer and biked and then saw Watchmen and biked and drank 3 doubles in one hour at my favorite bar and biked and got some McDonald's and biked. We picture-clubbed. We okonomiyaki'd. We watched a bartender do his 'impression' of Doraemon. We visited a major shrine and stumbled onto a neighbourhood one. We watched AJ Styles vs. Samoa Joe vs. Christopher Daniels on YouTube while drinking Canadian Club. We ate 740 yen beef jerky at Wrestling Cafe Tokyo. We ate Indian Curry for breakfast. We went shopping for Pat only to find out that nothing fits him in Japan.